Touché Armada : Writing

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A Poem by Touché Armada


Still adding words that I know don�t fit. Oh well.
The Birthing of Cynicism.

The Birthing of Cynicism.

A Poem by Touché Armada


It's old and detached now, told millions of times by millions of people, in millions of words. Anyone feeling caustic might appreciate it. (No I dont..
Rainbows and warm hearths

Rainbows and warm hearths

A Poem by Touché Armada


Still a bright beautiful colourful dragonfly.
Re post, re named, pocket full of posies.

Re post, re named, pocket full of posies.

A Poem by Touché Armada


How I abhor the treacherous wintry night’s cold moors. Blanketed moors, stealthy wicked moors, rue unto you! Through spring we loved, we lai..
Random rant.

Random rant.

A Story by Touché Armada


Oh dont mind my outbursts.
Sunsets

Sunsets

A Poem by Touché Armada


Perhaps something like a final sunset, just a thought.
A Godless moral compass?

A Godless moral compass?

A Poem by Touché Armada


Hues of skyfire Silver Tipped Warmth Beams raining down like coins, golden, singing Solfeggio saliently serenading flora preempting ..
With Doubt alone.

With Doubt alone.

A Story by Touché Armada


Lust, just have to love it, it surpasses love every time, it’s the almost, just about, if I just step off, virtual ability to take a fragile web..
One Mothers Day

One Mothers Day

A Poem by Touché Armada


A softer world